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About Me

Ah, you don't really want to know, do you? You do? Gosh, how flattering. Well, I'm me, obviously. I'm a writer, baker of inedible cakes, mother of an indeterminate number of children (they keep moving, it's hard to count), dog owner, cat slave. Occupier of a crumbly old place in the crumbly old countryside in Yorkshire. And merciless self-publicist.

Sunday, 20 September 2015

Christmas Novella News, Doctor Who and walking on stubble

This week I've mostly been writing. Well, I say mostly, I did do some other stuff too, although most of it was quite dull and there was a lot of hoovering. But several things enlightened my week.

1) Novella News! I am just in the editing process for my Christmas
Novella, which has been retitled to make it more 'christmassy' and is
now called (drumroll please).... The Art of Christmas!! And it's got a
cover and everything! Hopefully it will be out as a natty little e-book
just in time for you to sit down with a festive eggnog and forty five
mince pies and get into the spirit of the season, but since I know you start doing that in October, it might not be.

There! Isn't it lovely! It's about an artist who runs a graphic novel and Sci Fi shop, his dog Frodo, and a lovely lady who's lost rather a lot in her life... and it's a bit sad, and a bit funny and features a mis-shapen Christmas tree, lots of snow, a mysterious child and dog wee.

2) The Doctor is back! Lovely lovely Peter Capaldi, being all Rock God and then scaredy and then fabulous.

Everyone needs a bit of suspension of disbelief, and I sat on the edge of my sofa, with a dog (not sure which one, it was dark, but there was definitely a dog. Or a furry ghost) watching. I was agog, I tell you. A Gog. Handmines...

3) Fabulous weather, during which I wandered out for walks with the dogs. It's that wonderful time of year when there are stubble fields everywhere, which nobody much minds you walking around on.

I'm very very lucky to live in such a lovely part of the world, where I can let two mad terriers run about without having to worry, and the big dog can lope along behind if he is so inclined (he has a wobbly back end. I'm sure, after a late Saturday night, we can all sympathise).

4) I started my new job today. Lots to learn, and I may never get properly to grips with the lemons, and I'm not allowed to sell alcohol or cigarettes yet and have to get someone else to come and authorise them. I think my till thinks I'm 12 or something. But, hey, it will stave off the worst of the bills, although I don't think I'm going to be able to afford a pair of Manolo Blahniks just yet. However, plimsolls are not out of the equation, so it's all good.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Tony will be on soon, it's Time Crashers night, and I have to go and make myself beautiful in order to watch him. He's a God, you know. A veritable God.